I love too read but i don't like story's were there are more than one soul mate or whatever ( three some). It is hard to loss someone close to you even if it is a pet and i lost my darling cat Leo, it is so hard to wake up in the morning and know ill never see him again. R,I,P Leo. Mommy miss you.

IN FLANDERS FIELDS
By: Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae 


In Flanders Fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved, and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch, be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.